Or maybe not...Women are different and there are and will be discussions until God says the way it is and Her word is final. If you really want to be ... friend with a woman on here and maybe in real life, then tell the truth. Be honest. I am 58, half-asian, retired, and more on my profile. But I never lie to women here, no matter who they are. I may embellish myself or write stories that are true but updated, etc. but as far as relating to another human being. I try to be honest.If you are gay,. Robert stood looking down at the three of us as we panted and grunted and fucked like animals, with myself vigourously fucking just as much as the two guys.I noticed my husband move over to the horse and begin patting it but I was too busy enjoying my double fucking to take much notice of what he was doing.After a minute my face was suddenly slopped with some filthy, slimy muck which my husband had in his cupped hand."Erk"! I gasped, spitting the slimy muck from my lips as the vile gunk covered. After some time he came.. got out of his car, he was a little shorter than me, but he was quite manly. Immidetly he wanted to take alook at me, asked me to turn over, looked at my ass, lifted my skirt and went trough my g string with his finger. That was and amazing adrenaline rush, it felt so good to be groped and touched by a man even without asking me!Because we were outside, I was a little afraid that someone will se us, and asked him to join me in my car. We were sitting in fron seats of. * Determinedly I turned to the left and began walking towards my digs. ‘What Susan had done with Gordon couldn’t be forgiven, could it?’ I found I was saying to myself, out loud. It could be I was talking to myself a lot as I walked along. Looking back I can remember several people giving me curious looks. As I walked I past a courting couple snogging in a shop doorway, the thought, ‘Another mug to the slaughter,’ crossed my mind. ‘Women: you can’t trust any of them!’ I said to myself. But.